This chapter represents the start of a new series, one that puts a different, more Sci-Fi spin on the age-old vampire myth. Bye the way, the term 'vampire' is actually an Earth construct, therefore people from another world who may share those traits don't think of themselves that way. So, yes, there are aliens, good ones and bad ones, and yes, the good on...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 3 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. PLANNING FOR THE WEEKEND The next four days until the Halloween...
At sixteen degrees below, January 17th had begun as the coldest Denver day so far that year. At five fifty in the morning Joshua Aton should have well been on his way to work. But standing in front of the ancient, gas furnace mounted on the wall of his second floor apartment, he sipped at his coffee, staring unenthused out of his window at the still-dark, a...
"Hah, look at this little guy! I think he likes you, Mykah." Pete held up the little stone figurine of a tribal man, hunched over and grabbing his oversized erection. "Oh," exclaimed Mykah, staring rather blankly at the rough stone figurine. "I think I'll keep him for the heck of it," said Pete, pocketing the figure. As soon as it was out of sight Mykah se...
Like most women I have all sorts of sexual fantasies. When I first started having these I didn't tell anyone, not even my best fiends. I thought I must be rather peculiar and different from other women. But a few years ago I was spending an evening out - celebrating a girly birthday - with four of my friends. We talked endlessly about all sorts of things, e...
Jenny rushed over to Janet and fiercely embraced her, giving her a very unsisterly open-mouthed kiss. Then she pulled away and slapped her hard on the ass, and not in an affectionate way. "You scared the hell out of me!" she said. "Next time, at least give us a heads-up that you're going to disappear like that." "Sorry," Janet said. "I didn't have time to c...
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money." Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which I purchased with three very expensive drinks at an airport bar. I never met the protagonist before nor do I know his real name. There was something in his eye that said not to ask too m...
Meanwhile, at Lena's, Pete had got up to use the bathroom. He ended up taking one of those semi-painful, 'after having sex all night' pisses. As he stood there, the events of the previous evening all came crashing in on him, in a rush. "Oh boy," he exclaimed. He was making his way back to his room when he noticed Claudia's door was open. He debated if he sh...
"I have to get a bit firm here. I cannot do this deal. These numbers simply don't add up." As she was trying hard to smile at the speaker talking to the potential customer. This was a deal that she had been working her ass off, in a literal sense. Working long hours, talking to suppliers, getting shipping discounts, warehouse stocking charges, restocking cha...
Some two weeks later Miriam sat opposite Roger at the breakfast table. They were alone. David was sleeping over at a friend's house again. Roger and Miriam had spent a thoroughly lust filled night fucking each other senseless in every possible way. They were both smiling with satisfied sexual gratification that morning. "You know, I've been thinking about t...